Yesterday...I was at the gym and I saw the story about the Sikh temple shooting. I felt like I needed to throw up. I kept fighting back tears. I don't know if it is because of the recent shooting in Aurora...but this story really spoke to me.
So, late last night... I made a piece of art in memory of those lost.
I don't know what I am going to do with this piece.
I think I am going to send it to Wisconsin.
Seems like the right thing to do.
I have a hippie heart and I like to think that on some level good deeds and beautiful things can help to battle all the hate and evil in this world. I can only hope that I can make a piece of art that can help someone heal in my lifetime. I put love into this piece, and I will send it out with love, in memory of the innocent people that died yesterday in this senseless act of violence.
And...as I am writing this I realized that today is the 67th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima. My feelings came flooding back from my trip to Hiroshima in 2009, where I was led around the Peace Memorial with a group of Japanese students...an experience that truly moved me. There was a book at the park, and I remember signing it with the students. I wrote, 'Peace is the only truth'.
And I believe that. Still.
And love is the only way to get to that truth.
And my art is my love.
Artist and Art Teacher